inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

Mighty Plate
WANDERED... IS IT UP TO ME TO ASK A QUESTION? ----- the plate... we scooched scooched scooched giggled giggled giggled wiggled wiggled wiggled
By K.A. Smithabout a month ago in Poets
The Mask That Hides the Hurt
The Mask That Hides the Hurt She paints her face in daylight tones and grace, a practiced smile perfected over years, no crack allowed to show the faulted ground,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Why Do Wicked Men Want War
Why Do Wicked Men Want War Why do some people want a war? To kill, to rule, to maim. Its monster brain men, Drunk on control, sharpening power into weapons,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
A Great Escape
Star bursts line the glass As chestnuts begin to roast Ending Jacks nipping
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
The Perfect Sky
The Perfect Sky There is no such thing as a perfect man, No flawless woman carved from certainty, We carry cracks beneath our names and smiles,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Pumpkin Seeds
The giant Thanksgiving pumpkin sat in the garage, as we waited for school holidays, to cut it, and process for snacks.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
No Toys for my Kids
My kid is six, when she was a month old, I bought a plush teddy bear to give her company, and a pair of rattles
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
River Of Dreams
It all began as a trickle, a mere thought of possibility, A beginning, a creation, a glint of desire, The heaven’s decried a gift so burdensome,
By Colleen Millsteed about a month ago in Poets
A Fire In Winter
I am but a shell soul contained humanity With fire in my eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Grief
my heart is kept warm mingling in the memories surviving winter
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
The House That Knew My Name
The House That Knew My Name The house knew my name before I spoke it, before my shoes learned the sound of the floor. Walls leaned closer when I crossed the rooms,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets